Han river

A royal barge always drifts on this river; the waters have that kind of beauty and grace. If you stand on the shore and listen carefully, you can hear the royal orchestra tuning up. You can smell the heady aroma of rice wine and the perfumes of women as they flutter in long silks. The king is in his palace; those figures on the barge are immortals talking with the gods. They reply to the breezes and flowing waters in rhyming couplets. A singer lifts her voice and the sun comes out from behind the clouds.